Thursday, June 13, 2013

60. A sense of adventure

"We're going." She demanded, injecting as much strength and conviction into her voice as she could muster. It wasn't a question, but a fact. They were going.

"Why?" She replied, carrying a heavy sense of aggression at the mere thought, "You know I hate it."

She rolled her eyes, shoving the last of her clothes in a bag, pulling it shut and hurling it over her shoulder. "Have you ever even been?"

Pause. Stumped. "...That's not the point."

"How do you know you hate it if you-"

"I just do."

"I'll say it one last time and then I swear to god I'll just drive away and leave you here." She threatened, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly; "Get in, loser. We're going camping."
Word Count: 125

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